Day 4: Cancun, Mexico
I was sheepish when I told people that I was flying into Cancun. It appears to be the anthesis of a backpacking trip. I always quickly qualified the statement with the bargain basement price of the airline ticket.
I thought Cancun would be an easy place to start. I wasn’t staying on one of the all-inclusive resorts in Cancun so surely the city would be interesting. I planned to spend a couple days on the beach and move on.
When my bags were missing so was my swimsuit and towel and I was left to wander the city. The first day I had high hopes that I would be able to uncover the true Cancun underneath the resort sparkle and shine.
I don’t know why I was surprised to see the city was also filled with tourists, staying at cheap hotels and trekking to the beach everyday.
What I quickly realized was this was Spring Break. So most of my hostelmates were here for the week, ready to sunbathe all afternoon and head to clubs at night with $50 cover charges.
Cancun is expensive and can quickly break a budget if you get caught up in the craze. My Spring Break friends openly admitted that this wasn’t Mexico and they didn’t want it to be, they compare it to an adult playland like Miami or Las Vegas.
The city has evolved to cater to this crowd, that may want to occasional taco but more often wants McDonalds, Burger King, Applebees and buys sunscreen and novelty towels at Wal-Mart.
I don’t know what the real Mexico is, but after 3 days I’m tired of Spring Break so I’m moving onto Tulum, which apparently is some old hippie town on the ocean. It still has the beachgoers but is supposed to be more laid back.
So hasta la vista Cancun, actually I may never see you again.